My husband is in the same place as me, but he works shifts. His work starts in the evening. Usually when I come home from work, my husband is asleep. He gets up, after eating our dinner, he goes to work, I leave the house when he comes in the morning. We only get together on weekends when we have days off. In short, everything that is necessary for a terrible marriage in our life… I was not very happy.

Ilhan’s wife was not working. He had a regular job, I envied his home-to-work, work-to-home life. Within a few months, we became well connected. He was a handsome, conversational man, Ilhan. He was exactly the type of person I liked. Every time we met, he would make jokes, make me laugh. Over time, I also responded to him, we started laughing together. At first, we started to have small conversations and jokes on our feet in our encounters that did not go forward without greeting. Sometimes I would hang out,

I’d say, ”You’re very stylish today, you’re definitely coming from philandering… handsome guys like you don’t stand comfortably, you must have a fracture…” or something like that. Although he was surprised and wavering at first, over time he kept up with me and started laughing at my hangouts. He was also hanging out with me,

”If you hadn’t been on the bus in this miniskirt, Rose lady,” he would have said with a laugh. “You have such beautiful legs, they won’t leave you alone in the crowd…” I was secretly pleased with his compliment to the beauty of my legs, laughing and continuing our jokes.

“Come on, tell me where you’re from, it’ll stay between us, I won’t tell your wife,” I used to tease him… I was so used to his conversations, jokes… Business return, my eyes were always looking for him. Dec. In the evenings, when my husband went to work, I would sometimes switch to them. I used to help his wife with the housework. We would sit down and the three of us would have a good time together. When it was time to go to bed, I would cross to my house with my feet going back and forth. I used to dream about Ilhan in my lonely bed, I used to finger myself. How does he make love, I wonder? What is he doing with his wife now? I’d write scripts in my head, I’d play those movies in my dreams… I’d have a fluttering orgasm while imagining him taking me under with his big trunk and crushing me in the last moments of my masturbation.

Such and such days have passed. Last month, Ilhan’s sister-in-law’s family called for wedding preparations, she definitely had to go. He had to send his wife away. The day before he left, I went to them in the evening again… they were making preparations, preparing suitcases. On the one hand, I was helping her pack her things, on the other hand, I was joking and laughing at them again…

“How do you leave this guy around? Look at him in the eye, this guy will definitely throw a woman in the house, you can’t trust them…” I was trying to tease him or something. His wife, on the other hand, was not even there out of excitement that she was going to leave and see her family.

“I trust my husband. He certainly wouldn’t do that.” he kept saying… finally he detonated the bomb, ”Oh Rose, my husband is entrusted to you, look at my husband like your eyes …” I burst out laughing.

I said, ”Don’t worry, I’ll take care of him.” I regretted inwardly why I laughed. They would misunderstand me…

The next morning, while I was going to work, they were going to the bus station, I said goodbye and took a trip. When I got back from work in the evening, I looked for him, but he wasn’t there. I sent my husband to work, I sat at the window and waited for Ilhan to come to her house for some reason… it was like I was waiting for my husband. Towards twelve o’clock at night, a taxi stopped in front of the house. Ilhan got out of the taxi… Pals, I realized from his careful steps that he was drunk. When he looked up, he saw me looking, I closed the curtain and went in. When I heard footsteps on the stairs, I opened the door and confronted him. When I went to him, I smelled alcohol in my nose, he must have been drinking a lot,

“Ooh, our gentleman is single, the heavenly being who sees his face now … What is this, Mr. Ilhan? They don’t drink alcohol from the first evening… I’m calling your wife right now,” I said.

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous, Rose…” he said peltek peltek… “It was a business dinner, we had a few drinks with friends, so I took advantage of the opportunity…” I was looking into his eyes while he was talking. I think he was telling the truth.

“Your wife entrusted you to me when she left, I’m talking about her like this… Are you hungry, Ilhan? If you want me to prepare something …” I said with interest… He did not want. He was trying to get his keys out, he couldn’t do it. I took her bag out of her hand and took out her keys, I opened the door. We went in together. “Come on, go to the bathroom…” I said, he staggered like a mother hen. So I took his arm and accompanied him to the bathroom. It made me worse to feel the tension of your biceps in my palms…

“Do you want me to help?” i asked at the bathroom door… He thanked me shyly, said he didn’t want to. I could feel my pulse rate rising, veins were beating in my temples. We were both alone in the house. I was a little bored when he said he didn’t want help, but I was hoping to be able to spend time with him, have a conversation. After that… Who knows…

“All right then, I’ll go out.” I said, trying not to show that I was broken… when I said, “If you need help, if you need anything, you know my place,” I looked into your eyes with inviting looks. Stupid man… You and I are also alone… Why are you sending me to my house all alone… Between four walls… I left the bathroom and Decked out saying “goodnight”.

I entered the house, but as I said, four walls were coming at me, suffocating me. There is no sound except the ticking of the clock in the house… I turned on the TV, I looked stupid. No. I couldn’t stop. I went to the kitchen and opened a cold beer. While I was sipping, I heard clicks coming from the kitchen next door. Ilhan had not slept. I stopped, I thought. I couldn’t stop.

I went and put a tight body on me and a red plaid mini skirt that I always wear under me. My home state was as usual, since I was not in the habit of wearing panties, there were no panties under me… When I was looking at panties from the drawer, my red garter socks caught my eye. I didn’t mind wearing panties while I was turning the socks over and over in my hand and looking, I put my red garter socks on my feet. I put on my high-heeled indoor slippers on my feet, stood at Ilhan’s door, rang the bell.

I think he was thinking who is this asshole at this time of night, he was surprised to see me when he opened the door. He was wearing shorts, a T-shirt… I barged in, without waiting for him to invite me… I went straight and sat in front of the TV. I left my legs slightly December. Ilhan also came and sat down opposite me. I started chatting from the air. Looking at the big coffee cup standing on the coffee table,

I said, ”I came to make you a coffee, but apparently you’ve done your job.”

“Oh, yes, I made coffee without sugar. And when I got into the shower, I came to my senses. There is a world.” said.

I looked, her long black hair was still wet. I could hardly help myself not to reach out my hand and stroke that wet hair. I have a lot of words, I tried to tell him about it, get him to talk, so that I could be with him, stay with him a little longer.

Like a budgie freed from its cage, I kept telling him that my husband had switched to the night shift, that I couldn’t sleep alone at home, that my job was too tiring, and so on. He also agreed with me by saying ha, hi, but his eyes did not leave my legs.

I looked, my red garter socks had done their job, Ilhan’s attention was focused on my legs. He was staring at my legs in red socks, trying not to notice me like a bull that had seen red, and he was staring in front of me… Who knows what he was thinking when he looked…

I spread my legs as we continued to talk. With the help of my mini skirt, she was definitely seeing the lace of my socks right now… And that there were no panties under me… Then the puffiness in the front of her shorts caught my attention…

But that’s all… he didn’t get up and move, nor did he participate in my monologue conversation. Apparently, she had fed her husband thoroughly in bed the night before because his wife was leaving… it was too early to do anything tonight, and she was prevented from being drunk. I showed him until I was without panties, what else did I have to do to make him jump on me? I can’t go and sit on her lap like a bitch, a… I was thinking that as a man, she should make the first move.

I spread my legs, showed my pussy. I crossed my legs, my calves were stripped from my skirt, I showed the lace of my sock at the end. Eye rolls, freaks, choker breaks… He just kept staring like an ox. I didn’t look at it, I got up about half an hour later. With a sarcastic, sarcastic attitude,

“Well, excuse me, my Ilhan. You seem to be sleepy, I’ll run away. Although I’m off tomorrow, I’m not sleepy, but I’ll get up …” I said with half a mouth… I was clearly waiting for him to say “don’t go, stay”, but it didn’t happen what I wanted. Instead, he hit the job of purity thoroughly,

“Good-night, Rose. Does he not say hello to his wife from me…” on the doorstep…

“What greetings, ayol? I already see the guy at the beginning of forty years …” I suppressed laughter. He laughed too. I gave all kinds of messages from below … “I’m not sleepy, I don’t have a husband, I’m lonely, I haven’t slept with my husband for a long time, he doesn’t fuck me, I’m horny, I’m mad, come fuck me,” But a voice came from the wall, there’s no click from Ilhan. Does he not want to cheat on his wife, is he full of sex, is he drunk? A guy like a door with triangular shoulders, a built body… The front of his shorts is puffy, the size of his dick is obvious from the outside, he’s a man to the stem… Well, I’m young, beautiful, round-lined, ready to get fucked in my mini skirt, red socks, who took over the civelek disaster… It just doesn’t happen that I want. In front of the door my hand is on the doorknob,

I could only say, ”Give me the key if you want, I’ll clean the house during the day while your wife is away…”…